Dance of Ice and Fire

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Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Summary:

-Gael says her goodbyes

-In the Dragonpit, she and Daemon make an interesting discovery.

Notes:

So it has been almost a month now, Happy November.

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Chapter Text

Gael – King's Landing, 101 AC

She sat by one of the walls of the Great Hall leaning over looking at the Silent Sister saying their prayers and bidding the Seven to take her husband into the Light of the Seven. A burst belly that is what the Grandmaester Runciter had decreed after examining his dead body. He had joined the Small council after Allar fell by a stroke. She still remembered how God's turned their blessings into a curse. She had given birth to her Alyssa a moon ago and how her husband had been happy with it. Her daughter was a Targaryen Prince and a delight in the eyes of her father and grandparents. Baelon was planning on a tourney with Viserys to announce Alyssa's birth and celebrate Rhaenyra's fourth nameday.

She wondered how it came to this, it had started with a stitch on his side when he had returned from hunting in the kingswood. Gael was bed-ridden for a fortnight after giving birth. She was visited by her mother, Baelon and Aemma more frequently, but Gaemon had always been a source of comfort for her. Runciter had told that she did not have enough milk so Alyssa was with a wet-nurse most of the times and saw her only few times. However, Gaemon would always find a way to her. Baelon would always take his grandson away to his room which was at the other end much to his protest and squirming. Baelon had been there for her and now he was not, his visits had stopped and that was when she learned that he had grown ill and his condition was worsening. She finally found her strength and went to his chambers where he was drawing his final breath while father and mother sat by him. No matter the sweet moments they shared with her brother in their short marriage of two years, his final breath and suffering had soured it all. Despite her own condition, she had run to him and held her hand as he drew his final breath. She had screamed and begged for him to wake, promised him anything. Even her weeping mother who had came to her side to comfort her could not stop her screams and cries. Her mother had held her as she saw the Maesters carry his body for cleaning and examination. Ser Ryam took her father yet she stayed in his chambers weeping and crying.

It wasn't until the brown-haired boy Gaemon had came into the room to her to break her from the sorrow. Gael had recanted how the boy was holding Rhaenyra's hand as he entered the room. He had not cared of her cries, nor the fact that her mother was holding her. Gaemon had ran to her and embraced her. His embrace had broken her sorrow somewhat.

"Muna, no cry" the brown-haired boy pleaded, his eyes were glassy and pleading as she saw him. She brought him to a tight embrace, he had grown into a habit of calling her muna and at times even Baelon kepa. Though the others did not enjoy the closeness between Baelon and Gaemon.

A Bastard

A Usurper

Gael had wondered how simple-minded some of the court members were, a child of merely three name-days and they paint him a monster who magically manipulated the royal family. Gael was heavy with child and mayhaps she was exaggerating as Baelon had pointed, however her time in court had made her more observant to see small and great lords who would arrive. She held court with her husband and had words with grasping Lord Tymond Lannister, astute Lord Matthos Tyrell. They were devout to the seven and while they had accepted the King's decree pertaining to Gaemon. There had been a sense of distaste amongst them that she could not bring herself to avoid despite the promising words of Baelon.

Now here Gael was, she had no tears left only sorrow for her dead husbands. The smallfolk wept at the passing, some fools thought to blame her for his passing, but she paid no mind to it. The past fortnight as the lords and ladies of crownlands arrived to share their condolences. Gael's only comfort had been Gaemon and Alyssa. Her mother had shared her bed in that time as well. As Gaemon and Alyssa were Gael's comfort, she was her mother's comfort. Ever since Maegelle passed in 96 AC, Gael had been a source of comfort for her mother. The birth of Rhaenyra had certainly helped and her marriage with Baelon had become a source of smile for her. Even when she had fell ill for a brief time a year ago, the laughs and smiles of Gaemon and Rhaenyra had been a source of comfort for her. The news of her being with child had somewhat brought the Good Queen back as she would counsel Baelon anytime he would visit her. She could not walk as much as she had used to when Gael was young, yet her wits and will that have made her who she was had returned. All of that hope had crashed as Baelon had died, now the good Queen Alysanne would be found with her or she would be with her father who himself would be grieving despite his kingship. Sometimes Gael wondered whether people die just to leave others in shit? She had just reached her twentieth nameday and she had lost the one's she loved twice. The first was Lyanna, the proud and cunning she-wolf who light the fire in her heart and Baelon her partner, her companion and the one she was coming to love.

From the corner, she heard the noise of an armored man walking towards her. Gael did not turn around as she knew it would probably be one of the Kingsguard to let her know it was time.

"Princess", a hollow voice of Ser Clement came. Gael turned around to look at the knight who had dawned his white cape and his helm was doing a fine job covering his facial features well. His one hand was in gripping the hilt of his sword. He held his head down in respect.

"What is it? Ser Clement?" Gael replied in low voice.

"Princess, it is time, the cask is ready and the servants waiting to carry Prince Baelon to the Dragonpit."

Gael sighed and nodded, she tried to stand up at first attempt but couldn't. The darn dress, she cursed. Gael was wearing a black gown and her hair had been braided into a bun. Ser Clement placed his hands on her and gently brought her up. Gael said few words of gratitude and looked at her brother for one more time, goodbye brother, may you find peace and ride with Alyssa in afterlife, Gael silently prayed and walked out of the Great Hall.

"Take me to my children Ser Clement, we shall head to the carriages from there" Gael said as she walked towards the family keep. The servants were moving around her bowing their head in deference. Gael had learned to have a stern mask on when surrounded by servants. After Baelon's passing, she wore this mask to let others know that she was not weak. She let this mask hide her grief, rage. It was something she had learned to pick up from Bennard Stark who had stayed in the capital after Stark's negotiated Gaemon's lordship. Someone to remind the boy that he is a Stark even if he would not have the name, Benjen Stark had said. Gael had kept his distance from him, the boy was ten and four youngest of the Stark brood. He was not here the first time when Lyanna had visited but she had spoken fondly of him. The boy had been quiet, he served as a squire to newly anointed Kingsguard Ser Harrold Westerling. Gael spoke few words with him and was more formal with him. The boy had longed for home Gael could tell yet found comfort with Gaemon. Though it didn't help that he kept calling him Jon, it was what Lyanna wanted, he said.

They finally entered her room and found Alyssa suckling on the wetnurse. Her daughter was about to reach a moon old and she is rather robust child. Her mother told that she reminded her of Daenerys her firstborn daughter. Queen Alyssane had prayed upon her birth that she gets to live the life that her daughter did not have the opportunity to.

After Alyssa was done, Gael took her from the wetnurse and commanded her to prepare herself along with others to be at Dragonpit. Gael cooed at her daughter who was smiling, her radiant lilac eyes staring at her. Grandmaester had told her that her vision would come once she has more moons on her. Just looking at her daughter is bringing tears into her eyes; poor child would never get to know a father. She looked around the room to see where Gaemon was,

"Where is Gaemon?" she asked Ser Clement. He looked down for a moment and then back at her, "He has been with Prince Daemon since he woke. I believe they already went to the stable."

Gael sighed and nodded, "Very well", she had a feeling that she will not see much of Gaemon while his father is around. Baelon had read the letters Daemon wrote of his time in Runestone. Baelon would frown every time he would mock the Vale of Arryn or compare their woman to sheep. Her brother would scorn him for his petulant behavior and his complaints were not helping mend the sour relationship with the Royce. To Gael, his letters were a source of amusement. It was if his nephew was writing a testimony of things to hate in Vale.

Gael stood up with Alyssa and cradling her and swaying her on her around as her nurse maid returned prepared for dragon pit. It was moment like these holding her daughter gave a moment of respite before she would have to return to her duties as a princess and watch as her brother husband would hold the court with his small council. It would be her duty to be entertained by musician, singers and court jesters. The nursemaid took Alyssa from her, she was cooing and was holding the nursemaid's finger. She smiled at that and nodded to Ser Clement who headed out first and Gael followed.

They entered the court yard and saw that everyone was ready, Viserys had sat on his black desertier and Daemon was in his white one and she could see Gaemon sitting in the middle. Gael chuckled as he saw a smile on his face as he was pretending to be riding hard. So much like his mother that one, Gael thought. She went to the royal carriage where she saw a pouting Rhaenyra. Aemma was two years younger than her yet she was smaller than her. The years have not been kind to her niece either. She had to suffer through miscarriages and stillborn children aside from Rhaenyra.

"Aemma, is all well?" Gael inquired as Rhaenyra went into her carriage. She was wearing a black gown like others but there was a beauty within her that symbolizes the glory of Valyria.

Aemma had a soft smile on her daughter as she climbed into the carriage sat next to her pouting daughter who was trying to ignore her. Gael followed her as well as the nursemaid carrying Alyssa.

"Oh nothing, she wants to go with her father on the horse." Aemma fixing her strand and chuckled, "it seems Gaemon gave her a tongue as his father took him on his horse."

"I hate him" a small voice came from Rhaenyra who was pouting who was nearing her fourth name day.

"No, you don't" a voice came from outside, it was her mother who was with two of her guards as they set a ramp up for her to walk into the carriage. She slowly climbed into the carriage and found her seat next to Gael next to the window. Once she was properly seated, her gaze felt to a pouting Rhaenyra. Her eyes were red from the tears but she still carried her soft smile that had graced every time. She waved Rhaenyra to come over and she did as she sat on her lap. Her mother gave her great grandchild a kiss on her hair as Rhaenyra giggled.

"You know before we left, your Uncle Daemon took him to our gardens and I know that when you return that he would have left your favorite roses in your room." Her mother said that swaying Rhaenyra as their carriage moved. Gael could hear the men shouting order and the horses around them began moving. Gael closed her eyes; she knew that the movement meant that their Baelon's body had settled in his carriage and was being moved first so that everyone could see their beloved prince for the last time.

"Really?" Rhaenyra looked at her great-grand mother with wide eyes.

"Oh yes"

"How you know?" Rhaenyra scrunched up her nose.

"Because, I am a queen sweetling" her mother brought whispered in her ears, "and queens know everything and one day dear one, you will be one too."

Rhaenyra giggled and played conversed with her grandmother. Gael looked opened the curtains of her carriage to see the streets. The small folk had gathered through the streets on the way to Dragon Pit. Looking at them made her think of Lyanna for some odd reason. It was the last time they were meeting. Lyanna was told that she was to ride to Winterfell after she and Daemon along with herself had returned from their secret wedding. She was told by her father Lord Benjen that they were leaving after Daemon's display at the tourney. The small folk who attended the tourney did not realize what really happened but the lords did and the Stark lord had decided to return to their domain where whispers would freeze over before it would catch wind. Lyanna had been sad but she was also content that she had got to chance be with Daemon.

Before Lyanna, she was rather simple-minded girl who would hold her septa's words into her heart. She would be someone who would never leave the company of other's who was too frightful of brazened knights. She would hear the laughs, the mocks and jeers. They would call her Daella reborn. Her elder sister, Aemma's mother was frightful herself, she had rejected a marriage to Blackwoods because the weirwood tree they had scared her. However, Lyanna showed her who she truly was, during the time that she had stayed in the court. She helped her identify the falsehood that lie amongst the words. She closed her eyes and recalled her final meeting.

She went to her room slowly looking down, when she was walking into the guest quarters the servants bowed to her and saw her nervously and here, she was nervously looking at the door. She knocked and a voice told her to enter. Lyanna was packing her clothes not paying attention to who had entered. Gael was certain that she thought it was a servant. When she turned around her eyes were wide.

"Gael, what is it?" she asked as she was not certain what happened.

Without saying a word, she walked towards her and brought her to embrace crying, "Please don't go".

Lyanna was taller than her and was a bit startled by her tears but she brought one hand to her waist and other to hair caressing it. "I have to Gael."

She looked up with her, she saw her brown hair unbraided open and beautiful. Her grey eyes and long face that had only shown coldness in the past now shown the warmth and softness. "Why? Is it because of what happened in tourney? People will whisper and then they will forget Lya. I will speak to mother myself and she will make sure of it." Gael asked her pleadingly.

Lyanna just shook her head, "It is not that, my father is wroth with what has happened. I cannot stay here and sway him of Daemon's intention. I have to return to Winterfell for that to happen."

Gael tried to let go off her, but Lyanna held her face, "I will return and Daemon will find a way out from his marriage. You have to be brave Gael, be brave for me."

Gael said softly, "I can't, I am too afraid Lyanna, what if you leave and I just become that simple-minded girl that I was before. You are my true friend, the only one I could rely on."

Lyanna brought her hand and guided her to the chair where they both sat down, "oh my sweet princess, the woman that you are now, you always had it in you. I just showed you who you really are. A dragon, the blood of Visenya and wisdom of Daenys flows through you. You have to be brave for me even if you are afraid."

Gael looked at her confused with her words, "How can you be brave if you are afraid?"

Lyanna gave her a soft smile and gave a quick peck to her cheek, "that is the only time when you can be brave my sweet Gael."

"Aunt" Aemma spoke as darkness enveloped the carriage breaking Gael of her thoughts to look at her niece.

"Yes"

"Is everything well?" Aemma inquired, her mother looked at her for a moment while Rhaenyra in her lap was falling asleep. Gael looked at her and nodded, "Yes, I am well."

They had entered the main entrance of the dragon pit. The place truly showed the magnificence of the last scions of Valyria. The huge cavernous building that had been built during her father's reign housed the dragons of House Targaryen. There were several that currently resided here. Her father's Vermithor, mother's Silverwing, Daemon's Bloodwyrm, Rhaenyra's young Syrax and her Dreamfyre were in attendance.

Gael got out of the carriage and walked with the proceeding; she saw the cask that held Baelon. Gael must have lost the count of time as evenfall had arrived. They had left the Red Keep an hour mayhap more. She took a look at Alyssa and ensured that her daughter was well. The dragons were screeching, one of the notable absences was that of Vhagar. The dragon flew when Baelon passed away, the castellan of Dragonstone had sent word that the dragon now resided at Dragonmont. Gael wondered who would ride her now? After the passing of Black Dread, Vhagar was the fiercest dragon that Targaryen's had.

They brought her husband's body in the middle of the dome where the makeshift seatings were made for the lords and ladies of Westeros that were present. A funeral pyre was set in the middle allowing everyone in attendance to see the Spring Prince for the last time. Daemon held Gaemon who seemed to have spotted Gael as he was jumping in Daemon's arms. Gael gave him a soft smile and walked towards Gaemon.

Daemon smirked even if his eyes were sad, as he finally gave Gaemon to her, "Muna"

Gael kissed his reddened cheeks; it had always gladdened when he caller her that. Lya may have left me, but a piece of her lives. "Kepa gave me sweets."

Gael looked at her nephew and then at him who held his head down guiltily, "did he now?"

Gaemon nodded and then he looked at Baelon's body that was placed at the center of the pyre, "Dada gone" he said sadly.

Gael brought her forehead to his, tears threatening to come out again, "yes my love, he went to better place. We say bye to him now."

"Gael" her father called to him; strength had left the once mighty King Jaehaerys. Now, he was a frail man, it seemed that the burdens of the crown had finally caught up to him. Her father's eyes narrowed to Gaemon and then back to her, "it is time, my child" he said and turned towards the high septon who was giving his final rites to Baelon as everyone listened.

"Give him to me aunt" Daemon said, as he glared at her father. The relationship between her father and Daemon had never truly mended. There would be time when her father would equate Daemon's petulance with his daughter Saera's defiance and Daemon would call out on his hypocrisy. Her mother had played the peacemaker between the grandfather and grandson. Her father Jaehaerys never treated Gaemon unkindly, yet kept his distance from him. It was not easily noticeable, but those close to him could see it. The warmth and love that Rhaenyra and Alyssa had got from her father was not the same with Gaemon. He did not hate him, but he did not love him in particular, Gael considered.

Gael tried to give Gaemon back, but he did not want to leave her and that is when Daemon whispered, "If you come now, we will go flying on dragon."

The word dragon lightened Gaemon's face and he readily went back to her nephew. She turned around and walked towards the front. A weepy Viserys was holding a sleeping Rhaenyra and Aemma held him by his waist. Daemon came with her and went Visery's right side. He put a hand on Viserys's shoulder and looked on as the High Septon concluded his sermons and gave assent to light the pyre.

The torch was passed through the family members' present as a permission to let a member of the house pass on to afterlife. It finally came to her father who was shivering as he held the torch. Her mother held his hand as she had always done. She was his strength when he was at his weakest. They both slowly walked towards the center where the pyre was and lit the pyre. Gael closed her eyes and said her final farewell to her husband, to her brother, find yourself home with Alyssa brother, you are free now.

A moon had passed now since Baelon last rites were conducted, Gael had made herself busy taking care of Alyssa and helping her parents out. The time that had been spent in mourning was now turning into a sense of turmoil. The heir to the throne was dead and the King had to work with those who had strong claim to the throne. Her niece Rhaenys's child Laenor was a claimant and her nephew Viserys was another. Gael played no part in the small council but she would hear words from her ladies of the situation that was building in the realm.

Apparently Corlys Velaryon was building a fleet and her nephew Daemon had been seen visiting Fleabottom and building his own army to defend his brother. Gael had known that her father had desired no conflict, she had heard that he approved of Ser Otto Hightower's appointment as the Hand of the King. The raven had been sent and it would take some time for him to arrive. The council was able to see through the matters of the realm for a while. What surprised her was the presence of her brother. The dragonless Vaegon or the archmaester as he would insist on being called.

Gael wondered how could a man as sour as him be her brother. Baelon would tell her how he would train his brother to make him more like himself and Aemon yet swords held no interest. He was sent away to Citadel much like Maegelle had been sent to faith. He had met her father and mother and he provided them the solution to call a Grand Council where all the small lords and great lords would meet and decide on the heir to the throne. The idea was still new but at the point it felt a viable solution to her parents. She had never met Vaegon before their meeting but she understood Baelon's sourness. He was a frail and thin man who would prefer books more than swords. Vaegon was not as much affected that his brother had passed rather, he seemed to focused on seeing the future of the realm. She had half a mind to slap the man herself for his indifference on her mother's condition, who was glad to see her last son yet he showed no such emotions.

The day was still bright, Gael had word with her sworn Kingsguard Ser Harrold Westerling that she would be going to her dragon. She spent that morning with her daughter who had been growing quickly. She considered bringing Alyssa to Dreamfyre but Gael felt that it was still too soon. Mayhaps when she reaches her sixth month. Daemon had been training with Bennard Stark in the morning and Gaemon was seen in the dining hall playing with Rhaenyra. Those two were thick as thieves and more troublesome to maids who watched over them. The older servants would claim that he was much like his father, but Gael could see a bit of Lyanna in him. Gael and her retinue, Ser Harrold and few of her guards rode through the street towards Rhaenys's hill. The smallfolk, the merchants and the children playing in the street made way for her and bowed their head. Ser Harrold had requested her to take a carriage litter, but Gael denied it. She felt the need to ride on the horse and take the happenings in the street for herself. They must have ridden for some time as they finally reached at the entry of the Dragonpit. Dreamfyre was one of the larger dragons, she had been hatched when her Aunt Rhaena was around. The she-dragon was renowned throughout Westerland during the time her Aunt spent with Farman.

She finally arrived by the gates of her dragon, she noticed that the dome was opened. It took her some time, but she realized that Daemon was here as well. Rhaenys was still in Driftmark, her father and mother do not ride their dragons anymore, nor have they visited them in some time. She dismounted her horse and let the stableboy take her horse. The dragonkeeper came to her and bowed her head. Gael could hear Dreamfyre's screeches which she could feel were of happy nature.

"How is she?" Gael enquired.

"She is well, she had been quiet for few weeks now, but it seems that she felt your presence and has been roarin for a while now." The dragonkeeper said, the helm he wore had her house sigil crested on her right.

"Very well, open the…"

"Muna" the word reverberated through the dome as she turned around and saw Gaemon coming running to her. His brown hair had grown the past moon as had he. He ran to her and embraced her. Gael reached down to him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She looked at his one grey and one violet eyes. A true manifestation of dragon and wolf, Gael thought. The servants would whisper it being an ill-omen of Old Gods gaining influence over the dragons. The begging brothers and septons would preach the opposite an influence of the seven on the Old gods. It had mattered not; his eyes were beauty of sorts to her. He was giving her a toothed grin a reminder of his father. Speaking of which Daemon came walking to him, her nephew was not wearing helm right now as his long silver hair was a bit of mess. He was a head and half taller than her, his beauty was a sight to behold.

"My sweetling, you are not growing too old to give me a hug, now are you?" Gael asked

Gaemon shook his head vehemently and hugged her again, "Never, kepa took me flying. Everything was so little".

"Like you?" Gael jested

"Noo, I'm no little. I'm bigger ask Rhaenra" Gaemon said haughtily, his words were still forming.

Daemon looked at her retinue, "Ser, why don't you let my aunt and I have a moment to ourselves."

Ser Harrold looked at her and nodded and then she turned to the dragonkeeper, "I will call you when I am ready"

They left and after some time it was just her, Daemon and Gaemon. Gaemon held her hand as Daemon ruffled his brown hair and then bore his purple eyes into her, "You are well?"

"As well as I could be, did you recruit half of Fleabottom already?"

Daemon shrugged his shoulders, "What can I say? They all love their prince Daemon."

Gaemon let go of her and went towards Daemon and was looking around the dragonpit. There were faint screeches and growls coming through the gates, the dragons were rather quiet compared to the other days that she had visited.

"Well, it seems that it will not be necessary. Father has come to a decision."

Daemon narrowed his eyes, "Oh and what has the old man decreed now?"

"A Great Council, a meeting where the small lords and great lords alike will sit together and decide upon the claims and vote on an heir."

"Wonder what kind of shithole will that invite into" Daemon said looking sideways.

Gael sighed at his tone, she has learned like her brother Vaegon, her nephew would not hold much regards for her father especially after Lyanna, "must you speak of him like this? He has already lost enough this past moon."

Daemon snorted, "what would you have me then? Praise his magnificence and wisdom the same way lickspittles at court would."

"I would have you move through your bitterness" she brought her hand to his face, "we do not have the time to fight amongst ourselves, we already have enough enemies to worry off."

Daemon shook his head and looked down at Gaemon who was playing with the hilt of Dark Sister. Daemon moved his had away and ruffled his hair, "it surprises me that you forget what he did to my son. I had thought you held my son in a higher regard considering he called you muna"

Gael looked at Gaemon who seemed unbothered with the words that were exchanged and then turned to look at her nephew, "do not presume to tell me of my love I hold for him" she whispered furiously.

"No fight, no fight muna, kepa"

Gaemon came in between of them looking at both of them with fierceness. They both chuckle at his little ferociousness.

Gael continued, "I want the world for him to Dae, if you had done what you had promised to Lya, this would not have happened."

Daemon look at her again, the stiffness returned and his eyes turned cold. He was careful to not let his words get loud as Gaemon returned to playing with Dark Sister's hilt, "do you think that I didn't do anything? The bronze bitch was meant to be caught at the tourney for her affairs. Everything was set, until it wasn't."

Tears were brimming in his eyes, "not a day had passed in Runestone when I had not wanted to mount Caraxes and fly to Winterfell. When I heard the news, I had not cared of the schemes and the plans nor of the tourney. I flew to Winterfell even when Caraxes was tired, I flew. God's" Daemon shook his head, "every time I would wake, I would wake with the regret of not seeing through my plot sooner."

Gael walked close and brought her nephew to an embrace, she kissed his cheeks, "gods I wish she would be here too Dae, but she isn't. As much as I wish she would. Father will not give Gaemon the rights of a dragon but his heir will. Baelon was considering to give him a dragon egg when he would come of age, I am certain the heir chosen at the council will be influenced to our wishes for Gaemon."

Daemon nodded and then looked at her, "which is why Viserys is a better option as an heir. He already loves Gaemon enough. I will have to make sure that I will convince the lords of the realms so."

Gael turned to her left and suddenly noticed, "Where is Gaemon?"

They both looked around and the boy could not be seen, she swore that he was next to Daemon when they embraced.

Daemon turned swiftly to look around, "Gaemon?"

They walked towards the opening of the dome to search for him and they finally heard a laughing and purring at their right. It was Vermithor's cave, Gael thought. The gates had been closed, not that Gaemon could get through the gates. Gael and Daemon looked at each other as they briskly walked towards him. From the distance, they could see the bronze figure of Vermithor's nuzzle coming out. His brown eyes were fixed on Gaemon as he was purring at his touch. It was an interesting sight for sure, the bronze fury had been known to be tolerating towards a crowd and people, however that still wouldn't outweigh his ferociousness.

Gael should be frightened, but for some reason she knew that the bronze dragon would not harm him. As they got close, she and Daemon noticed that the gaze that he was giving Gaemon was not predatory rather it was similar to the way Dreamfyre saw her or the way Caraxes saw Daemon. The dragon let out a breath from his nuzzle and Gaemon giggled.

"Gaems" Daemon called out, he turned around.

"Kepa!" Gaemon exclaimed and came to him.

"Kepa, Dagon, look look" Gaemon pointed towards Vermithor as he snorted and went back.

"I see that and what did kepa say of running around?" Daemon narrowed his eyes enough for Gaemon to lower his eyes.

"Do it" Gaemon said in a low voice enough for both of them to hear. Gael hid her chuckle.

"Is that so? Well, looks like I will have to take my sweets and give to Rhaenra" at that his grey and violet eyes turned wide.

"No, no kepa, Dagon was sad, he no like chains. I just wanted to say hi." Gaemon said hurriedly, not liking the notion that his sweets would go to Rhaenyra.

Daemon looked at him with feigned suspicion, "you never say hi to Caraxes?"

"Carax happy kepa, dagon no happy. I make dagon happy."

Gael had to chuckle at his defense, but it also made her wonder, was there a bond forming between Gaemon and her father's dragon? He had not visited him for some time now and a dragon only takes one rider at a time. She had known that for certain. Daemon could not help but let go of his suspicious look as he lifted Gaemon up with ease and kissed his cheek.

"That is true, I will let this pass now and you will have your sweets hmm." Daemon said, he gave Gael a glance of understanding. Her nephew knew that there was more meaning to it than it seemed.

"Can I share with Rhaenra? Aunt Aemma don't let her have much sweets."

Daemon wondered and gave him a smile, "only if you share it quietly".

Gael went to him and gave Gaemon a kiss and a nod to Daemon, "I will see you in dinner love."

"Bye muna" Gaemon waved.

They started walking towards the stable, "Bye Dagon" Gaemon called out and to Gael's amusement she heard a hiss come out from Vermithor's gaze as an acknowledgment. Gael had to chuckle at that as she started walking towards her gate. She certainly needed a ride to clear her head out now.

Notes:

All I can say is Vermithor deserves better.

The dragon is known to tolerate the presence of other humans around him and to accept riders.

I am debating whether I should have multiple-POV chapters. The next chapter might have multiple POV

Next update will be for The Song of Wolf and Dragons.

Until Next time.